Tuesday, August 13 2002
In 1941, Benny Goodman discovered Peggy Lee in a Chicago club. Impressed as much by her silver-coated voice as her elegant stage demeanor, he hired the 2
In a world where honesty is less than supreme, I’ve decided to add a little truth. For all you death-metal mongers, this is first
The “skinny tie” era of British pop calls to mind some very good times. Things were simpler, the harmonies flowed and there was no shortage
For some reason, I feel a certain kinship with Minneapolis band Dwindle. I’ve been following them from the get-go, and always feel a little
In a record store not so long ago, I noticed the latest from El-P, Fantastic Damage, sitting on a shelf. A sticker on the front
Monday, August 12 2002
Muddy Waters came to Chicago in 1943, but didn’t have a hit recording until 1948’s “I Can’t Be Satisfied”. He learned his craft from
Every music writer has his or her favorite Underrated Artist, and mine happens to be Peter Tosh. I should probably pick someone more obscure for
They say first impressions are always important. I say first impressions are bogus. At least in this music business. For one could take a listen
16 Horsepower is, in seven sentence fragments or less: pure bluegrass. Johnny Cash. A midnight field, full moon. The crackle of campfire on a dark mountainside.
Led by too much hype and too little talent, New York’s rock ‘n’ roll scene—the one that had been dead for a while—
It is almost worth buying this record simply to disprove the claim that, in this increasingly corporate age, individualised, experimental music is a thing of
On Braille, Calliope’s fourth album, the Michigan quartet tries to throw in a good bit of everything. There’s folky twang, melodic pop sheen,
People who watch The Cartoon Network regularly listen to Bis; they’re the band playing the theme song to the Powerpuff Girls. With the wonderfully
Friday, August 9 2002
Xander is a bad ass with a heart of gold.
Tony Wilson lived for the explosive moment.
Juni and Carmen's perspective, part convincingly ingenuous and part movie-kid calculated, organizes the film's general view of things.
Explores a dark side of stand-up comedy, but relies on stereotypes rather than shedding new light on the subject.
Into Justine's black hole of a routine walks Holden glowering, self-consciously poetic, urgent.
A diluted reissue of Tung Wai's Hitman.